A clump of bamboo in the Grove waves and nods in the wind. Sometimes it looks like an animal sniffing the air.
A red laquered, Chinese box is just what I wanted to store the notes, mostly on yellow post-its, which I write to myself, several times a day. Eventually I will decide what to do with them. But for the time being it will keep them tidy, make them feel cared for.
There are nearly always children in the playground on the slides and swings. But today, in the wake of a heavy shower, there are only pigeons pecking at the grass.